Eclogue

1    1|      to colour, beauteous boy;~White privets fall, dark hyacinths
2   VI|  Pasiphae with the love of her white bull -~Happy if cattle-kind
3   VI|      chance upon mine eyes~The white bull’s wandering foot-prints:
4   VI|       who, ’tis said,~Her fair white loins with barking monsters
5  VII| Sweeter than Hybla-thyme, more white than swans,~Fairer than
6   IX|     thousand flowers;~Here the white poplar bends above the cave,~